Let's compare scars [remus]

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Ava usually could be found by the lake, or the little tiber, or the fountain, or the pool, or any sort of body of water. The reality of it was that while she felt better with water, unless someone decided to use the ocean to attack the camp and city, which was a possibility, but for now she was doing what many people referred to as dry land training. Her preferred weapon of choice was a katana but here things were different. She had been in the kendo club at school, also the archery club as well. None of that was even a shred close to what the roman training was like. But she was adapting. She had become stronger. Ava was no longer that scared little girl who had barely made it from the wolf house alive, she wasn't someone who depended on other people for their strengths. She could stand on her own two feet and believe in herself and believe in other people. Ava had her hair pulled back into it's customary braid, trailing down her back as she showed her blue and green scales that lined her spine. They used to bring her discomfort, embarrassment, but now they brought a sense of endearment. She loved them and couldn't think of where she would be without them.

Her daggers were for up close fighting. Not to mention the two inch long spines that protruded from her arms like quills. They wern't as deadly as the spines a lion fish had, those were venomous, but they were razor sharp. Each methodical strike was the same, working it till she couldn't get it wrong. Her spines left gouges in the wooden dummies that were made by the forge. some of them were dressed in armor and others spun around like they were trying to attack you. The one that she was presently squaring off with was stationary. She didn't mind working with a stationary one to perfect techniques, in a moment, she would move on to a moving one. Ava paused briefly to take a long sip from her water bottle, mostly containing gatorade. IT was ice cold and nearly made her throat clench up from the sudden change in temperature. Grabbing a towel, she draped it around her shoulders as she used one end to wipe her face off. Gods was she grateful to feel a breeze.

Pulling a stone from her pocket, she started to work on honing the edges of her blades. The daggers were tinged blue, they reminded her of the sea. They had a crescent shaped curve to them and were just as wickedly sharp as her own spines. She was trying to catch her breath, only just for a moment, but then it would be back to training. Always the training.

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Notes: Ta-da!

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Remus was doing the only thing he could anymore: train. He was in full armor despite the glaring sun, his praetorial cape whipping with each precise movement. His gladius slit into the dummy with a thick knock and left a hefty gash in the wood. This particular dummy was stationary, as Remus had already spent the previous hour on the moving targets and was ‘cooling down’. By ‘cooling down’, he meant full out dummy slaughter, but you know. Sweat poured down his face and down his back, boiling against his skin inside the armor.

He didn’t even notice with the thick wood of the dummy gave way to one too many blows and the ‘head’ of the thing flew off and threatened another camper with its sheer momentum. Then he stopped short and stood taller, content with his victory.

That was when a slim flicker of light caught his eye. It wasn’t something you saw on the Field of Mars. It was more… like something you’d see at the lake. He wiped the sweat from his face and looked around until he spotted the source: the sun glinting off a girl training a ways off. At first, he thought Gods, she’s sweaty, then he realized he recognized that braid. He’d seen her a few times, sure. He knew her file, as it was one of the more interesting cases to come into the camp. He rested his gladius on his shoulder and walked over to the now blade-honing demigod as the sun glinted off her scales. He inspected her dummy, stationary like his. Without even looking to her, he spoke. “Fighting a living being will do you better.” He looked at her now and lowered his blade to his side. “But take your time with your rock. By all means.”

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NOTES: sorry short!

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She had a lot on her mind. She had been thinking about so much lately and it was a lot to sort through. The spines along her forearm had retracted slightly, laying down flat against her arm. Now that she was relaxing slightly, they weren't extended. Ava had come to the conclusion a while ago that they were triggered by hightened sense of activity. Maybe it was the adrenaline or lactic acid that built up in her muscles, she wasn't sure on what exactly, just that they were a good weapon in war. There was something methodical in the way the whet stone scraped against the sapphire blade. She would get back to training in a moment. She wasn't exactly in regulation dress, the full armor. The training right now was in the leather armor breastplate, It was what she preferred to the full plate of the Romans. It allowed her for more movement. In battle against an army, the way the Romans did it was amazing, if you had armies lining up on the field of battle to face each other. One on one most Romans would be taken down. But they were Demi-gods, not regular people. But Armor was something that could go either way with Ava. Her skin was hardened, not that it stopped some weapons, but most hits a regular person with a knife would glance off, barely show the skin had been hit. A child of Mars or Bellona could easily pierce it without meaning to.

She felt the shadow of someone standing near by. Looking upwards, she spotted the Praetor, Remus, in full armor and regalia inspecting her dummy. Once her weapons were sharp enough for her liking, she stood up. She was going to get some spear practice in, but with a quick wipe of her brow, she grinned at the Praetor. "If that's a challenge, Praetor, I'll accept." She said as she twirled the blades in her hands, the spines along her arm extending as she felt the excitement make her heart pound. Ava knew she had no prayer of a chance of beating him in a spar. But it would be a good learning process. While she had come so far, she still felt as if she had so much more to learn. Ava felt like this loss would be something that could tell her what her weaknesses were. What she could work on. She had formerly been working on that disarming technique, it still needed work. Practice until you can't get it wrong. She wasn't about to give up even if she failed in this fight.

"Ready to start when you are." She said as she bowed, as one normally did traditionally when starting a match, it was hard to suppress some of her Japanese learning. Bowing before a match against an opponent showed respect, that you were willing to fight a good and honorable fight. No dirty tricks, no cheating, though those terms were able to be used loosely. She had a different fighting style than most of the Romans. Hers had a bit of Martial Arts mixed into it, which sometimes threw the legionnaires for a huge loop. Start throwing some kicks and elbow strikes in there and people freaked out. Ava hopped into a stance, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she focused her mind to let go of the stress she had been feeling previously. Focus on the training.... she thought as she cleared her mind. Her eyes focused on her core, advice from one of her teachers that practice focusing on an opponents core would help predict movements. Let's get this started, she thought.

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She stood and he gave her a cold look. Not because she deserved it, but because he was mentally frozen these days. Cold glares were his way of saying yes, I am still alive as well as you are about to die. Either or, you know. He glanced at her spines extending and took due note. He’d never sparred with Ava Ishihara. He intended to change that. He knew of her past and her abilities. He’d seen her file. He’d witnessed her fight. This would be fun, in the semi-sadistic Roman son of Mars kind of way. One thing his file had not said was what happened when someone was pierced by one of those spines and he considered it a challenge to see if she could show him. Major if. She’d have to get close to him first. He finally looked back to her face and nodded. “Challenge, it is. In fact.” He held up one finger as if to ask her to wait, then sheathed his gladius.

Then he unfastened his breastplate. And his helmet. And after a few minutes of his deft fingers going about their normal business, his glossy metal armor lay in an orderly pile at the base of her dummy. He pinned the purple cape back on though because he had vanity problems. Other than that, he kind of looked human. Blue jeans, boots, camp tshirt, and a gold chain necklace his mother had sent him when he first was elected Praetor. No armor. His sweat-slicked skin basked in the moving air and the sun beat down on his now bare head with the rough crop of blond hair. He unsheathed his gladius. “Think it not as a shun to you that I rid myself of it, but a challenge to myself to fight your unusual gifts without it. Deal?” He inched an eyebrow at her bow. He’d seen her fight, but wasn’t accustomed to facing it. He wasn’t used to the idea of someone on the battlefield bowing. Slowly, a smile peeked on his face and he bowed in return, then raised his gladius defensively. “I may be of higher rank, but I am a gentleman. Ladies always go first.” Especially when he pulled that saying with his sisters and female cousins. Mattie especially used to attack out of sheer hatred at being called a lady. No, but with Ava he meant it. He was a gentleman, or tried to be. And she was obviously of a culture of great respect, so he hoped he hadn’t just insulted her or something by asking her to start.

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NOTES: Sorry the wait! But I’m back now!

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The praetor had accepted her challenge. The first thought that had gone through her mind was that this was the single most stupid thing in the world that she could have possibly done. That this was a horrible idea and that she was guaranteed to have her rear handed to her because she wasn't good enough or on the same level that Remus was. She knew she wasn't, not by a long shot. But what was going to happen, and this was exactly what was going to happen, was that she was going to loose this fight, more than likely it was going to be a spectacular loss. Then Ava would play the fight over and over in her mind as she tried to figure out what she could have done better. What techniques still needed work on, what moves would have worked better. Maybe she would have to change up her fighting style slightly, work more diligently. The only way that she would get better is if she challenged people who were better.

Remus raised a finger to her, asking for just a moment as he started to pull off his armor. Which Ava nodded, feeling a chill go down her spine at that first initial icy glare. She had heard that he had been through a lot, a good deal of pain. Most of what she had heard was simply hear say. She didn't know if it was true, but she wouldn't hold it against him just in case it was. There were so many rumors that had run rampant through the camp, it was hard to know what was truth or just a rumor. Without the armor, he looked normal. Which she supposed he was, as normal as another demi-god could be. She wasn't exactly normal either. If she got too excited her spines stuck out like razor sharp barbs. She watched as he pinned the purple Praetorian cape back on. It was impressive. Remus was impressive in stature. Truly impressive, as she expected someone in his position of power to be. It wasn't going to stop her from having a fight with him. That was just the Roman way of doing things. You fought people and got stronger. That was what the Romans did. They were conquerors.

"Deal then." She said as he spoke, saying that he wasn't trying to disrespect her with taking the armor off. The blue tinted daggers were held deftly in her hands, a spin or two making sure they were properly balanced. She held her blades differently, much like her home training had taught her. Ava could have sworn that she had seen a smile but she shoved the thought out of her mind as he then offered for her to make the first move. While that was fairly being a gentleman, but she was more of the patient type. IT felt weird to make the first move but she would do so never the less. Holding the daggers tight in her hands, she spun forward, moving her feet into a circular motion as she slashed with the daggers followed by the sharp spines as she did her best to move in close to keep him from using the reach that he had over her. Both of the daggers came flashing upwards in a slash, trying for his torso. Her heart was pounding. She wasn't about to hold back on him just because he was praetor. That meant she had to give it her all, every little last bit of effort. That's what she had to give. Ava felt as if she had something important to prove to him, even though he hadn't asked her to.

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Notes: she's excited about this.

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Remus pinned his cloak on and explained his intent, which he was happy she accepted. One never knew with people. Like Charlie-Mack, or Maddy. Maybe it was a Mars girl thing. He could see Charlie getting a glint in her eye at cutting unarmored flesh. Or Matty stomping on the ground shouting that he was going easy on her. He loved his sisters. He truly did. He just honestly did not understand females. Then again, here he was trying to make it harder on himself. Eh, either way. He lifted his gladius to a defensive position. She spun her daggers. Hmm, daggers – that were for some reason blue – versus a gladius. This would be interesting. Far apart, he had the advantage. Close up, she did. So the trick would be to not let her get close up.

Had he not been trained here so many long years, and had he not seen her in the distance fighting once or twice, her technique right off the bad would have been odd. Spinning? He couldn’t say it, but part of his mind wanted to laugh at her ballerina technique. But the glint off the metal and whatever those spines were made of brought him back entirely. He stepped into her spin and twisted his gladius, hoping to block the daggers at least. He had zero experience with a spined opponent, but the daggers he knew. So he started there. Then the daggers came up, so he essentially hopped back and went for a solid slash to her arms as they pushed her daggers up in the failed attempt to cut his midsection. He was determined to deal the first blow. He didn’t care if he lost – okay, he cared a little… or a lot – but he had to own the first blow.

Though… why stop at blow one? He paid little attention to if his slash hit home and immediately followed it up with a reverse and cut to her lower legs to try to bring her down. Those kinds of fights had a certain level of satisfaction and ego-boosting. The I am so good I can bring you down for the count in under one minute mentality. But no. He wanted Ava to see it for what it was and to not fall for it. He wanted her to be strong. He knew she was probably the most unorthodox fighter in this camp and he would not be satisfied if he was not properly challenged by her unique styles and abilities.

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NOTES: Sorry it’s way shorter than yours. I need tips on how to get to Charlie-level posting.

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A good fight, she was so happy to finally have a good challenge. She wanted to fight, Ava wanted to get better and to learn her way in the world so she could give back to camp in ways that she only knew how. Ava was excited, she wanted to fight wanted to learn whatever Remus could teach her with a fight. It would be a dance of sorts. A type of war dance that so many people had danced before but would not admit to doing.Of course he was going to take a traditional route of being armed with a gladius. Very typically Roman. She had trained with the traditional roman Gladius, but her talents lay in other sort of weapons. Ava would always do her best to play to her strengths. Her strength was mobility, being able to move.

Ava felt her heart pound in her chest, anticipation shivered down her spine as she concentrated on her footwork, moving in as close as she could, the daggers weaving back and forth with a sound that could almost be heard as singing as they wove around, striking and glinting off of his gladius. There was always a beauty to battle that no one could appreciate. While the first blow missed, the second sweeping blow knocked her legs out from under her. She crashed to the ground, immediately rolling forward and pushing herself back to her feet in a fluid motion. He was good, strong. He had a power behind his moves and she would probably have a horrible bruise and possibly a cut on her legs. Once she was back on her feet, she pushed the attack. Pressing it as she knew how. With a quick flip of the wrist she turned the dagger over in her hand as she went in with a thrust, followed by a low sweeping kick to trip up his legs. Her teachers had always said that she had a powerful kick. Her punches needed work but her kicks were near perfect. Remus was fast,she could give him that. She was greatly out matched in this little spar. It wasn't going to stop her by any means.

Ava dropped her shoulder as she continued to try to keep Remus close to her side. She swung hard upwards, spines extended out just as far as the dagger was going. With the upward slash, she coupled it with a horizontal slash, trying to work on disarming him. It was probably not going to work as it was a basic technique that he'd probably knew by heart but sometimes it was the basic maneuvers that seemed to catch people by surprise. People tended to think the basic maneuvers were beneath them. That they were just basics and they didn't have a place in the a fight. Basic techniques had saved her life on more than one occasion. "You're good." Ava stated as she slashed downward with both of her daggers at his shoulders. There was a follow up with a thrust, going for his midsection. They didn't even hash out what was the yielding factor was. Though most of the time a yield was met when someone lost an arm or fell unconscious. She kept her feet moving, trying to keep moving was a good rule for fighting. Ava's eyes focused on his torso, his joints. SHe let out a bit of a breath that she didn't even know that she was holding. Holding your breath was a bad idea. Ava planted her feet, moving with a solid couple of foot steps, she wouldn't be thrown on the ground again. One and done. That was it. She wasn't going to be taken over like that. Well Remus was going to overwhelm her but she was going to force him to fight on her terms.

Ava ducked though she wasn't sure why she was ducking but it had looked like his arm was swinging upwards. Or that was the indication that she had gotten from studying his torso. She had been told that staring at a torso could make you open for some pretty obvious attacks.

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Notes: Ava is reading too much into staring at his chest it's throwing her off haha.

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Remus was looking forward to this. A good, solid fight. Involving factors he had never trained with before. He wanted to test how tough her skin was against a blade. He’d heard the rumors. Sick? Possibly. He didn’t want to kill her. Heavens, no. Just a little test.

She was good. She knew her weapons and how to work them. He was a little disappointed when she went for the ground so quickly. Thankfully, she did not stay there. He had to backtrack a bit to avoid her rolling. He didn’t want her that close to him. Not close enough to strike. She went all out though and he was forced onto the defensive. A smirk came to his lips as they fought, out of sheer joy at the challenge. He didn’t try for a blow, not right now. He had his hands full keeping her away from him. It wasn’t as easy as it was with most people. Even Charlie – Mars love her – was not quite like this. Probably because he knew how she worked. Whoever trained Ava before the Legion, though… he wanted to shake their hand and possibly take a lesson. For now, he might actually have to settle for a lesson from his current opponent.

And then the first blow hit. That he knew was not a blade. He recognized the kiss of metal and this was not it. The surprise of the unusual sting of it made him stagger back a step as the blood dribbled down his cheek. Thankfully, that step saved his gladius, as it put him half an inch out of range for what he could definitely tell had been meant to get him weaponless. He laughed out of the blue, not angrily, not victoriously, but just kind of… high on adrenaline. “You’re pretty good yourself. And those better not be toxic.” He decided it was time to leave defense mode and do some damage himself. After barely blocking her daggers once, he went for it. Initially the idea was to slash, but her reaction was almost like she was reading his mind. So he abruptly changed course. It was something he’d rarely had to do before, so it was odd. He went from swinging across to coming down straight towards her ducked shoulder with his elbow. He knew he was putting himself close enough for a good lower cut from her own blades, but he was too far committed to care.

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NOTES: XDDDD Oh, Ava! This thread is fun!

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Ava felt the sun on her back, that dappled sun that came thought the leaves as a small breeze filtered through the clearing. The cooler air was coming in and she could feel it. There was that smell, that slight tang that the metallic weapons gave the air as they sang past each other, a chorus of clashes as they met. It was a song that she could hear and appreciate, though to another it would sound like tasteless noise. It was obviously different for her to fight a living being instead of a dummy, even the ones that hit back were still pretty stationary. The ones that moved and hit back didn't have the same power that Remus had. He had the ferocity of nothing like she had ever seen before.

She pushed the attack even further. Each movement, each new piece of footwork, she tried to close the distance. Get in close, Ava mentally scolded herself as she continued to move, striking out at him with her daggers in horizontal manner, one aimed for his upper torso and the other aimed for his thighs. The closer she could get into his reach, the more useless said reach would become. That was the point of working like this. The style she had learned while back at home had been called Ba Gau. It focused on continuously changing movement to overcome an opponent by skill and dexterity as opposed to brute force. Her master had once told her that those who had truly become adept at the techniques could hide behind their opponents back whilst they continued to fight and disable them from quick and agile movements. It was usually reserved for defensive movements only but Ava had taken it with her Roman training. Right now it was proving to be helpful at evading the massive blows that the praetor was sending her way. It went without understanding that some of the blows were easier to deflect and evade than the others were.

Her spines hit where he daggers didn't. Not to mention the disarming technique was evaded by a step back. Shame, but there was no use crying over spilled tea. "Not venomous that I know of." She stated when he had complimented her and then hoped they weren't toxic. They weren't as far as she knew but people sometimes had adverse reactions to the strangest things. Ava couldn't possibly pull off the mastery over the techniques like her teachers. She had forced him to change course, which looked as if it was putting a bit of a strain on him. He was coming down on her shoulder, in response she brought up a dagger to deflect, to send it off course as it scratched along her arm in a thin line where droplets of blood welled up like a scratch from a cat. He had opened up himself for a low blow, which she took advantage of as she pushed back harder, slashing with her daggers and spines against him. "My focus needs more focus." She stated as she wove around going for another opening, using her training to try to force him to change tactics again. Keeping him changing tactics was something that gave her an advantage.

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Notes: She's trying to make him uncomfortable and keep him on his toes haha

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Remus was definitely challenged in this dual. They had very different fighting techniques and it was easy to tell she had hers down pat. Then again, so did he. He kept trying to move to get her back in gladius range. Then the spines came out of the blue. He was so used to not worrying about a person’s arm (minus the elbow) as being a variable, that he supposed he must have lapsed in his attention. Either way, he pressed harder and harder, determined to win this. His own elbow came down hard on what had seconds before been an open shoulder. Until a dagger showed up. Momentum won the day and he got a good bruise on his arm for the trouble without touching her shoulder. He switched his gladius to the opposite hand. Little known fact about Remus Stone: he was ambidextrous. Not well with writing as much as he was in the fact that he had trained himself to no longer have a dominant fighting hand. He used the right most of the time to keep up appearances, but he could just as easily do with his left.

She was coming for him again, holding nothing back. He saw very few means of getting away fast enough, so he did a temporary fix. He leapt as high into the air as his legs would allow him to go. His cape was meant for someone shorter than he and that was perhaps his saving grace as it only got minor damage dangling below him those few seconds. A thought came to mind. Previous in a ball to gain better altitude, he jut his legs sharply straight down in the hopes of this thick military boots coming in contact with something. He was going so incredibly far out of his usual training in this spar. It was both unsettling and exhilarating.

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Hmm he was ambidextrous? A surprising twist as one arm disarming would not do in this sense. Now she had to add in the thought of being surprised by a maneuver coming from another direction. Impressive. It added another layer of fun to the fight. She wanted to fight, she wanted to be stronger, Ava knew her debt to the world was great and even much greater to New Rome. To Remus, to everyone in the Legion. She felt like she was indebted to them in a way that she couldn't ever repay. They put up with her, trained her, housed her, fed her, more importantly they kept her safe from the monsters. There had been so many wars, an encroachment from the government. And yet she was here safe. Safe. She hadn't been when she first arrived, she had been such a danger to herself and to others around her. It wasn't but with diligence and training that everything had fixed itself. She had grown, become stronger, she was something better than what she was when she had first came to camp. Ava would not apologize for becoming stronger even if she still wasn't there yet.

Her attack made contact, it would probably leave a bruise but that was nothing compared to what Remus probably had. He probably had an incredibly durable skeletal frame and thick skin, Mars kids generally had that didn't they? Everyone had individual powers, they were all different. Even though her and the Neptune kids came from the sea, her powers were considerably different. She didn't have that natural control over the waves like they did. But they also didn't have spines like she did. Nor did they have scales.

Remus had launched himself in the air, which surprised her. She had made to move out of the way though his boots had come crashing down on her leg. But taking in her teachers advice, when getting hit, move with it to avoid breaking and hurting yourself. There was no crunch or broken bones, though it twisted her knee in a bad way. She wasn't about to let that stop her from fighting. She would push past it. She had to push past it. Ava moved fast, albeit slower than she had been moving before. Her legs were moving slower anyways, but she'd compensate with a flurry of blows striking as fast as she possibly could in his direction from every conceivable angle. Daggers flashed as they were followed up with the razor sharp spines, her eyes were locked on him, focusing on his torso again. She knew that she didn't have a chance at a win in a sparring match but she would at least do her best. That was all that anyone could ask for.

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Remus was having a grant old time. This was the kind of thing he enjoyed. Yanking his mind out of the Field of Punishment it had locked itself in lately and making it wake up to defend from considerable bodily harm. Oh, and to deal some bodily harm. Ava was the perfect opponent. New, fresh, different, and very challenging. He was genuinely having a good time here. She was like nothing he’d seen on the battlefield, so he too was taking on unorthodox techniques. Romans jumping? Like hell they did. But Remus was so self-confident he believed he could do it, and do it right. In fact, he believed he could do it with the extra weight of his armor if it was on too. Was it Mars arrogance? Or was it Mars talent?

Then his heavy boots hit home. Whether it was arrogance or talent, he still didn’t know, but he mentally added that move to his ever-expanding repertoire. But he had little time to enjoy his small triumph. She was on the move again, obviously hurt, but not enough to make her stop. Good. She did the camp and whomever trained her great justice.

Pluto, this girl was fast. Even with her shaky footwork now, her arms were a flurry of nightmarish motion. He was beginning to regret having taken his armor off. Then he came to his somewhat maniacal senses and welcomed a few cuts and scrapes. He made to block as many of the moves as he could, trying to find an opening to land his own blow and ignoring the two or three strips of blood forming on his arms and the tear in his shirt.

Then he saw it. He took this right out of the books she surely learned from, so he had no idea what her reaction to it would be. His mother being a police officer, as soon as she learned that her son was fascinated by her firearm instead of scared of it, she decided to teach him something that would get his fighting-tuned mind off things with triggers. She used her police training to give her son a mini boot camp every Saturday in the park. They got a lot of onlookers, Remus being only about 7 years old, but he loved it. She taught him genuine self defense, not knowing that the boy actually had an inborn ability to learn any weapon he touched. Self defense was not a weapon though. It was a mindset. So take that with his favorite cartoon when he was little: the Jackie Chan Adventures. He decided to pull a few things out of his childhood.

He went to hook her sidemost dagger with his gladius and shove her entirely to the opposite side, to cross that arm over her chest and open her up if he could. It was nothing but brute force. Then, for the new idea. Without even making totally sure that his technique had worked – his legs were durable enough – he kicked up as high as he could, aiming for her chin. It was a horribly unRoman thing to do, but the one he was facing was giving him all kinds of challenges that required thinking outside the norms. And he welcomed it.

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NOTES: I don't normally enjoy writing fight scenes. But this was REALLY FUN